“This is a dam good old world all the same. Isn’t it?” said he.
“If it was always like this, it would have its points,” replied the unworried Chipmunk.
Doggie had an inspiration. He looked at his watch. It was nearly one o’clock.
“Hungry?”
“Always ’ungry. Specially about dinner-time.”
“Come along of me to the Downshire Arms and have a bite of dinner.”
Chipmunk rose slowly to his feet, and put his pipe into his tunic pocket, and jerked a slow thumb backwards.
“Ain’t yer having yer meals ’ere?”
“Only now and then, as sort of treats,” said Doggie. “Come along.”
“Ker-ist!” said Chipmunk. “Can yer wait a bit until I’ve cleaned me buttons?”